"Who are you"? they asked."I am the groundskeeper." Hey, you are the former ball player and high school coach. The league hired you to improve the fie...ds. You have done a great job." Yep, old coaches never quit. They become a groundskeeper. That kid at shortstop, number eleven can play the game."The group responded, "He is ours. His grandpa coached him before he passed away."While the parents were beaming with pride and is when I noticed grandma. She was in her late fifties, nice face and. Her lips were full and red. She needed no eye or brow makeup. Being so ravenly black, it all came natural to her. He took her hand to examine her red polished nails. Perfect! Her long fingers were the reason that made her such an accomplished pianist and harpist. "You're just as stunning as the day I left for the war." Thank you," Grace smiled broadly. "Get in the automobile. Stan will take us to Del Monicos for lunch and we can catch up there." You look good, Frank," she said as soon as they. She wore little make up- mascara usually, and deep cherry red lipstick when she felt daring. She was very pretty, but she would never say she was anything like the bimbos Alex took to the office parties- they wore far too much makeup, low-cut halter tops, mini skirts and heels which could be criminal. Her wardrobe was much more simple- a small black dress going down just past her knees with long sleeves and a V-neck, making sure it ended just before her C cup breasts. She also wore 3 inch black. My son Didn.t know about our relationship and Didn,t need to as he no longer lived with us. “You got some Naughty ones then?” she asked. “Where,d you get them then?” “You know when I helped the cops stop that break in at the trading company the general manager gave me some video tapes as a reward so I chose six recent films and six porno ones!” “Dad I hope they,re not more of those soft ones you showed Mum and me a while back. They,re okay, but boring as they rarely show much .”. “Theses are.